Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

Do all cats go to heaven? Some cats, such as the one in this story, deserve hell. I was about to banish my loathsome cat to the farthest regions of the country, never to set paw into my home again. I thought of dropping her off in the mountains, allowing her to be eaten by bears, or whatever creatures eat deviant house cats. Drowning her in a barrel also crossed my mind, but I was reminded that we now live in civilized times. In the meantime, I took comfort in booting her out into the cold snowy night to think about what she'd done. The dilemma arose when I returned from a weekend trip to find that the lowly beast felt it necessary to pee not once, but TWICE on my suede couch! The couch wasn't new- in fact it was quite old, but the fact remained that I was not in a position to replace my living room furniture so suddenly. The stench coming from the couch was unbearable, and I was in a pickle about how to get it out. So, I set out on a mission, and the matter of determining the cat's fate fell to the side for the time being. The offending yellow spot had dried over the weekend, allowing the couch to crust and the smell to permeate the fabric. Washing with warm soapy water did no good, nor did spraying with vinegar water, for as soon as it was dried that nasty, acrid, foul smelling odor that can only be associated with cat urine came back with a vengeance! What was I to do, but check the Googles and Amazon for the cure. Enzyme cleaners were the answer, clearly. But which to buy? There were so many. Certainly, there are more expensive cleaners out there, but being a frugal woman on a budget, I chose the most affordable cleaner with the best reviews. Without further ado I sprayed EVERY INCH of the couch with the cleaner, because I couldn't be sure how big the actual area of demarcation was. I then blotted with a warm wet hand towel, prayed to the Gods for mercy and a cat-pee-free couch, and went to bed. The next morning, the sun was shining, and a single ray of light shone through the window like a beacon, landing on the very spot the cat had defamed just days earlier. I took it as a sign! I slowly leaned in, braced myself, and sniffed. GODS BE PRAISED! The stench had parted, just like the clouds that fateful day, to reveal a smell of fresh laundry on a summer breeze! There was no trace of the offensive smell- not a whiff! A triumphant dance in my socks and underwear around the living room commenced as I tasted the sweet joy of victory. A smile crept to my lips and I felt a sudden pang of compassion. Perhaps I would let the cat live to see another day.